Chapter 514: 513 [Sangji: I don’t know why, I always feel
You have to live in Solang’s shadow.”]
At the end of the ceremony, Suo Lang, possessed by He Zhao, officially became the only outstanding disciple of this generation in Bu Fa Temple.
Of course, it is impossible to only look at the surface of everything in the world. Although the honorary title sounds like the status is second only to the leader, the three masters, the Dharma King and other few people, in fact, they do not have the slightest rights. No one would bet on a six-year-old
of children.
Furthermore, the old monk, with his eyebrows hanging down to his shoulders, looked sickly, as if a gust of wind could blow him down. The fact is that he had to endure the death of countless generations of outstanding disciples who were waiting to succeed him.
Those young people with extraordinary talents never crossed the last threshold and transformed into the head of a temple, turning into a handful of loess, leaving behind a series of interesting stories.
'No matter what you say, you can get the title anyway, even if it is not as good as the most famous people in the temple. But it is a bit of a privilege, right? For example, get in touch with the high-level practitioners of Bufa Temple as early as possible, or choose the high-level practitioners at will, etc.
I don't pick.'
Everyone looked at the back of Suo Lang, an outstanding disciple with a thoughtful look on his face, and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
A group of people took turns going back and forth for a full eighteen days. Fortunately, the young monks who had grown up doing chores since childhood and had a lot of cultivation skills could not stand it.
If the famous ruthless man completed the ceremony meticulously, the days he spent were a crazy torture for the host and others, and a crazy torture for them.
"As expected of a disciple who is destined to be my Buddha, he is really able to survive!" Some people exchanged their heads and lowered their voices and whispered to each other. At the same time, they were secretly rejoicing in their hearts.
With Solang's tenacity, he can survive for at least a hundred years. When the next ceremony begins, how can they be at the level of a great monk?
Suddenly, even if the new generation of outstanding disciples are still meticulous and kowtow a hundred thousand times and bless tens of thousands of people, they will not be too tired and there will be new novices to work.
On the other side, the outstanding disciples of Bufa Temple were brought back to the room where they stayed temporarily when they returned home. In the words of the monks, the standard of the room matched that of the master, the master of the courtyard, and the Dharma King.
After a night of silence, the child got out of bed early in the morning and opened his eyes sleepily.
"Lord Solang, we are here to help you get dressed and wash up."
There was a knock on the door, followed by the familiar voice of a monk.
"Enter."
"Squeak!"
Two wooden doors made of precious wood were opened from the outside, and a few novice monks aged fifteen, six, or seven came in. They were holding white facekerchiefs and mountain spring water, and some were holding tooth springs and medicinal herbs.
Ground powder.
After all, it is not modern, there are no towels, toothbrushes, toothpaste and other items. But the things they are holding are all items that can only be used by nobles, at least at this time they are valuable.
The six-year-old child felt at ease being served by others. After being refreshed, he drank a large bowl of ghee and began to give formal lessons.
It's impossible for an outstanding disciple who is the next successor of Bufa Temple to not learn any knowledge, right?
In fact, he has a lot to learn
The old monk led Suolang and the two young monks who were responsible for serving at all times to the Lakang Hall, which is responsible for imparting knowledge to novices under ten years old.
In the hall, there were also five young novice monks sitting upright and well-behaved. The five people were not others, but Dundup, Sanchi and others who competed with someone for the title of outstanding disciple and were swept out.
"Lord Solang!"
When they saw the arrival of the new generation of leaders, they stood up immediately, folded their hands and bent down to salute.
After the ceremony began, the five people followed the old monk in the temple and learned the etiquette for a period of time.
Afterwards, of course, I went to watch the celebration.
As a result, except for Sanji, the remaining four people were all patting their chests and rejoicing that they were not chosen as outstanding disciples!
If you are unlucky enough to be selected, you will have to ring your head a hundred thousand times and receive blessings from tens of thousands of people, and you will die from exhaustion?
butter?
It's not like they haven't drank it before. Of course, the old monk who was responsible for disciplining everyone stated in detail that the ghee that he and his group drank was not at the same level as the outstanding disciples.
However, even if they drink the best ghee, everyone does not think that the people who send Jiji will be able to survive.
"Lord Solang."
The old monk, who looked about fifty years old, stood up and saluted the six-year-old child with his hands clasped together.
"This is Bechava of our temple, who can also be called a sutra-reading monk. Only among the many sutra-reading monks, the most outstanding ones can be called Bechava. They are very knowledgeable. On weekdays, they are responsible for teaching novice monks who participate in the competition for outstanding disciples.
Knowledge, or translation of ancient scriptures, divination.”
The old monk who led the child possessed by He Zhao leaned down and explained in a low voice.
Although Sangji and the other five people were kicked out one by one by some shameless bastard, they are still rare talents. It would be strange for Bufa Temple to treat them as ordinary children.
It must be cultivated more and more to become the mainstay of the temple.
The two iron rod brothers are the most obvious example.
The once outstanding disciples turned into a handful of loess, and the two of them patrolled the plateau, and in the future they will also serve as middle and high-level officials in the temple.
"The Great Monk Bechava."
"sit."
The sutra-reading monk smiled when he heard this and pointed to the futon road in front of the five people.
"Every disciple who enters the monastery needs to study the five treatises. Among them, the five treatises refer to: "The Treatise on Discipline", "The Treatise on the Solemnity of Present View", "The Treatise on Entering the Middle", and "The Treatise on Kusha", and study the four for two years.
Only "The Theory of Precepts" only takes one year to study."
"Nine years?" Dunzhu's eyes widened, making him dumbfounded.
Bechava: "."
After a long while, the great monk had no choice but to speak.
"Who said you can only study one book in one or two years? Won't you study five books at the same time?"
Dundup: "."
It might as well be nine years!!
Five books, two years
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"In addition, I would like to warn the five of you. If you fail the five theory examinations in two years' time, you will become the most ordinary monk and be responsible for all the chores in the temple."
"Uh huh huh!"
The five little ones nodded like garlic, but as they nodded, they noticed something was wrong.
Wait a minute, why is it [Warning Five People]?
Their eyes couldn't help but focus on Solan, who was right in front of him and debuted in the C position.
Good guy, if the outstanding co-authored disciple failed the exam, nothing will happen to him?
"Yes, even if Sir Solan does not participate in the assessment, there will be no problem." Bechawa, who is responsible for imparting knowledge, saw the puzzled expressions of the young novices and nodded in affirmation.
Five people: "."
Okay, blatantly engaging in privileges!
"Then is it okay if I don't study?" Suo Lang, who had been mentally hinted, couldn't help but his eyes suddenly lit up, and in an innocent tone, he expressed his desire to skip class.
Scripture-reading monk: "."
Why don't you go to heaven?
In the end, Solan's unreasonable request was brutally rejected.
If he agreed to this, the host's face would be darkened, wouldn't he be giving people eye drops?
Okay, you deliberately don't impart knowledge to outstanding disciples, and train them in a direction that makes them useless. Are you greedy for the throne at the head of a temple and unwilling to delegate power?
The next day, He Zhao only felt uncomfortable.
Nothing else, Sanchi's counterattack begins.
The monks who read scriptures imparted their knowledge, and this boy could draw inferences every time.
Although, some people can be considered academic masters due to their adult minds, and are much better than their peers, or even children older than them.
However, in the face of a god of study, academic masters are somewhat unsatisfactory. There is a good saying, you can get a hundred points because your own limit is a hundred points. Others can get a hundred points because
The test score is only one hundred points.
The reading monk was talking to Sanji and couldn't help but nod his head, what a great seedling!
At the end of the day, he wished he could just accept him as his disciple and teach him scriptures by his side.
At the same time, looking at Solan, he would sometimes frown.
Outstanding disciple, that’s it?
All I had to say was "No way, no way".
Of course, as a great monk, he has the qualities he should have. It's just that he subconsciously imagines "outstanding disciples" differently from ordinary people and ordinary geniuses.
However, once it is discovered that it is inconsistent with psychological expectations, the impression score will naturally decrease and plummet.
After the lesson, when the young novices were being sent to the toilet, the old monk was mumbling something.
My voice is small, but I can't resist the fact that there are people who understand lip reading.
"It shouldn't be, that's not right. Did the master make a mistake? In fact, the real [outstanding disciple] is Sanji, not Suolang, who is just mediocre in his studies."
"."
Old monk, if you can't speak, no one will treat you as a mute!
Ordinary?
If I am mediocre, what do the other four mean to me!
Pig?
If Solang is the academic master, Sangji is the academic god.
Then the remaining four can only be said to be bad academics, with terrible results.
At the end of the day, my mind was muddled, and I stuttered about asking questions. The previous verse was clearly explained in detail, so I just broke it into pieces, crushed it, chewed it into paste, and put it in my mouth. In the end, four people competed with each other for "genius", so they didn't ask.
Just one sentence: No.
"No, if you continue, maybe everyone will use all their energy on Sanchi. But I will not be able to be further cultivated."
"Tap tap tap"
There were footsteps behind him and he turned to look.
I saw Sanji coming back from outside, looking at Suolang's gaze, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be sarcastic.
Is the name of an outstanding disciple useful?
Easy to use!
The resources and treatment are far beyond what those who have been eliminated can match.
However, once you are compared with others, there may be some gossip in the temple.
It is true that there were 100,000 ringings of the head in the ceremony and the feat of blessing nearly 50,000 people, but as time goes by, the above deeds will slowly fade away.
As for Sanchi, who has suddenly risen to prominence, his deeds will spread little by little.
When the time comes, he will be the passive one to congratulate someone.
'Damn it!'
If it weren't for Bufa Temple being a dragon's den and a tiger's den, I would have assassinated you tonight and called you a fool. Didn't you know that the first rafter will die first?
'No, I have to counterattack!!'
Is he someone who just sits back and waits for death?
If it weren't for the smile on Sanchi's lips, he might have waited until tomorrow to fight back.
But, you see me actually smiling?
"Bang!"
With one punch, Sanji was knocked down. It was really a good memory of the fist and kick skills in the screening ceremony.
Immediately afterwards, under the mental suggestion, Solang rode on Sanji and fired his bow from left to right. Along with the fists falling like raindrops, there were also flying and bloody teeth.
The sutra-reading monk looked confused at first, but after a while he came to his senses. He suddenly jumped up from the futon, rushed forward with a roar, and forcibly separated the two people.
"Return!"
As soon as these two words were spoken, the world suddenly came to a standstill, and the surrounding scenery quickly retreated.
The sutra-reading monk returned to the futon, and the scene moved from the Lakang Hall to the room of outstanding disciples, and then from the room of outstanding disciples to the main hall where the ceremony was celebrated. All the people who went back to their respective homes returned.
Until, back to the screening ceremony.
So, He Zhao performed a fist and kick show for the guests, beating Sanji and others to a pulp.
laugh?
I make you laugh!
Laugh at you uncle!!
The host and others looked at the five gifted children who were all brutally knocked down, dumbfounded.
They ate sweets and pastries, drank highland barley wine, held butter lamps, and played the gilded conch inlaid with precious stones. After finishing a Sanskrit song, they sat cross-legged and began to recite the Ksitigarbha Sutra.
Next, the leader and others were tortured again, which lasted for eighteen days, which was considered a torture.
After the celebration, he was served by young monks to the Lakang Hall the next day.
'Archive!'
Thinking silently in his heart, the light point representing the screening ceremony shattered and re-condensed into a brand new save point.
Later, the great monk Bechava began to teach.
The only difference compared to the last time he returned is that this time the person who can draw inferences from one instance and have quick thinking and is known as the god of learning is Suo Lang, who has been awarded the title of "Outstanding Disciple".
Every time Sanchi planned to speak, the hateful child who robbed him of his honorary title would speak first.
What’s puzzling is why every time the other party speaks, everything he says is what he planned to say?
The great monk who is responsible for imparting knowledge laughs heartily in every conversation.
If the outstanding disciple had not inherited the position of the master of Bufa Temple, the sutra-reading monk would have wanted to run to the current master's room and beg him to assign Suolang to his subordinates and become a disciple who would always be by his side.
In short, a knowledgeable teacher would be very happy to meet a talented student.
Sanji, who was robbed of his words, seemed a bit ordinary to the great monk.
So, when get out of class was over and the six of them were allowed to relax, Bechava started mumbling to herself again.
"Alas! The skin is good, but the wisdom cannot be revealed through the face. Suo Lang is indeed an outstanding disciple. He has a perseverance and wisdom that is unique among all. What a good disciple and what a good successor.
Yeah, why isn’t it mine?”
Sanji heard every word, which was even more uncomfortable than killing him with a knife.
As for how you heard it?
He can't read lips, but he can't stand someone who understands.
What's even more disturbing is that a certain shameless and murderous bastard read out each word, and it was clearly transmitted to Sangji's ears.
And our Sanchi's mentality suddenly collapsed.
The day's teaching was officially over. Bechawa looked at the six little ones and asked them what they thought.
It was Sanchi's turn and he had only one sentence.
"I don't know why, but I always feel like I'm living in Solang's shadow. Everything he says are all my words."
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It’s not a big problem, I just need to exercise more.